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Cliques? Really?

I’ve mentioned before that I went to a middle school that was extremely cliquish, with set groups which didn’t interact much with each other or anyone new. It made it very hard for a new person to make friends unless someone in one of the groups noticed them and brought them in.

But sometimes I hear people who feel a little on the outside of things accuse other people of being cliquish, and that’s not always the case. It’s especially sad when people feel that way in church. I imagine, human nature being what it is, it’s possible there are some churches which do have cliques, and that’s abominable. But sometimes it’s just a matter of certain groups of people who know each other better just because they do things together. Unfortunately, when people do feel they’re in the outer fringes of a group, they tend to pull away more, making them even less a part of the group, making them feel even more like an outsider, and so the cycle goes.

But you can’t get closer to people that you don’t spend any time with. And you won’t feel part of the group if you rarely interact with the group.

Some years back our church had a little fellowship time between Sunday School and church with coffee and sometimes doughnuts or muffins. It was a chance to talk with people and to get up and mill around in between an hour or so of Sunday School and another hour or more of church time. Most people got up to move around a bit and stood and talked in smaller groups near where the coffee was served. There were also soft drink machines on that side of the room for those who preferred that to coffee. There was one couple — a middle-aged couple who had attended the church for years, so they weren’t new — who pretty much always sat off to themselves on the other side of the room. I don’t think anyone thought anything of it — if I had I probably would have thought they didn’t want anything to eat or drink or preferred to sit rather than stand or walk around. But some months later I heard they “didn’t feel a part of things.” I was astounded. I probably thought something like, “And whose fault is that?” To literally place oneself away from everyone else and not interact and then not feel a part of things! People did sit at their table during the Sunday School hour, so it’s not like no one ever interacted with them.

It is true that we tend to gravitate toward people we already know. Our church has regular fellowships during the summer after Wed. night services. When we go through the line to get our refreshments and then turn and look for a place to sit, it’s natural to look for friends to catch up with, especially since we pretty much see most of them only at church. And we should, at least some times, seek out new people or people we don’t know as well.

When my husband and I first came to our present church and would go to these fellowships, we somehow often ended up as one of the first people going through the line and finding an empty table. But then no one came to sit with us for a few weeks in a row. We could have sat there feeling sorry for ourselves, but instead, we began to hang back so we weren’t first in line, and then, as we looked for a place to sit, we’d find a table where a few people were seated and asked if we could join them. Introductions and small talk ensued and eventually spun off into relationships. Should someone have sought us out as the new people? Probably. But it would have made it worse if we hadn’t taken some initiative. It took me a good year to really feel a part of things there, but it wasn’t because people were exclusive and unwilling to be friendly. Some of those people had known each other for thirty years, and it just took time as a new person to develop relationships: I couldn’t expect to have the same intimacy within a few weeks as those who had known each other longer.

I would advise anyone who “doesn’t feel a part of things” to:

1. Go where the people are.

2. Don’t hold yourself aloof. Interact, even if you feel awkward at first.

3. Go to some functions that you might not be interested in for the fellowship if not the activity.

4. Talk to people! Don’t wait for them to come to you!

The Bible says that “A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly” (Proverbs 18:24). Aloof people don’t have many friends. You may feel that you’re not aloof, you’re just shy, but it can come across the same way.

Reaching out to others is harder if you’re naturally shy and quiet. I was one of the shyest, most self-conscious people on the planet: I would almost panic if I was in a group and someone asked me a question, trying to draw me into the conversation. That is still my default mode: even now it is hard for me to raise my hand to answer a question in a Sunday School class or share a prayer request in prayer meeting. But I can testify that the Lord can give grace to overcome that natural tendency.

One thought that has helped me a lot over the years was shared by a former pastor’s wife during an officer’s meeting for a ladies’ group. She was encouraging the various officers to speak up as they gave their reports, because it did no one any good if they couldn’t hear what was said, and then she remarked, “Self-consciousness is consciousness of self, and we’re supposed to forget self.”

The more I am thinking about myself — the thought of people looking at me, wondering how they will receive me — the more I am likely to retreat into my own shell. But if I try to forget myself and focus on the other person, everything goes much better.

Every encounter or attempt to make conversation won’t be successful, but don’t let that deter you. “People skills” can be developed. But you have to exercise them to develop them.

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Earlier this week, this post about enjoying each other’s gifts rather than feeling bad if we don’t measure up was on my mind — I’m not sure why. Actually, I was thinking about how I would adapt it for a talk, and I really don’t know why that came to mind, because it is not something I plan on doing! But just a few minutes later when I had devotions, I came across this very timely quote along the same lines on page 154 of Hoping for Something Better: Refusing to Settle for Life as Usual, a Bible study by Nancy Guthrie. This is in a section discussing Hebrews 12:1-2:

We’re not competing against each other: we’re encouraging each other. We’re competing against Satan, the world’s system, our own flesh. Let’s keep our focus on the race marked out for us, not on those around us.

As we each run our own race in the Christian life, we don’t need to measure ourselves by each other, either feeling proud when we do better or inferior or deflated or depressed if we don’t do something as well as someone else. The Bible tells us it is unwise to measure ourselves against each other in that way. We need to run the particular race God has set out for each of us, exercising the gifts He has given us to the best of our ability by His grace, and keep our focus on Him.

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Are you free?

I discovered the following on the back of a church bulletin in a box I was cleaning out. It was written by a former pastor of our family’s, Jesse L. Boyd, for whom our son, Jesse, was named.

Are Your Free?

One of the frequent cries of our day is, “I want to be free.” Well, what is freedom? It is not the living of life without restraints of law.

It is not licentiousness or immorality, because their slimy arms can soon wrap us up in their dark and dismal prison-house of suffering.

It is not the lack of government, but rather the privilege of having the right of freely enjoying one’s own government.

It is true Americanism: founded on the Holy Bible, bequeathed to us by our forefathers, and symbolized in Old Glory — The Star-Spangled Banner — “Oh, long may it wave o’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.”

It is the privilege of spending one’s treasure, of spilling one’s blood, and of being prompted by the spirit of liberty to stand against despotism and tyranny.

It is liberty and loyalty combined.

It is the enjoyment of civil and religious liberty.

It is the title to justice.

It is living as one should; no wicked man lives as he should, therefore, he is never free.

It is having full mastery over all matter.

Freedom ends where tyranny begins.

It comes by mastering one’s self.

It comes through knowing the truth. “Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” (John 8:32).

It comes through receiving Jesus Christ as Lord and Saviour. “If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed” (John 8:36). “It was for freedom that Christ set us free; therefore keep standing firm and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery” (Galatians 5:1, NAS). “For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus hath made me free from the law of sin and death” (Romans 8:2). Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

Freedom is that which one receives from God in the new birth. Man cannot govern himself, because, when all restraints are taken away, then evil dethrones him. He can only find rest (soul rest; freedom) in the arms of Jesus Christ. Are you free?

Laudable Linkage and Grandma’s Birthday

We enjoyed celebrating Grandma’s 82nd birthday last night  with Pizza, cake, presents and “Team Scrabble.”

I don’t know how many people are around this holiday weekend, but here are a few things I’ve enjoyed reading the past couple of weeks.

Sometimes It’s Just Plain Hard, a very honest perspective that not everyone has beautiful, inspiring last days and death, but the hardness is all the more reminder that death is an enemy and Christ has overcome it and offers new life.

Another on the subject of death: I was brought to tears by the text of The Long Goodnight, HT to Challies. My own preferences for musical style is more conservative than the accompaniment here, but the text is from an old German hymn.

Laura introduced me to the M. O. B. Society (Mothers of Boys) with the post A Woman of God in a Household of Boys.

The High Calling of a Wife and Mother in Biblical Perspective.

“If Anyone Destroys God’s Temple…” Very convicting, not the usual take you see on this passage.

Beware the anger of man that attempts to produce the righteousness of God.

How can I make sure I am regularly shepherding everyone in the church?

In the “something to think about” department: Girlie Christianity.

Hope all my American friends have a happy Independence Day! I’ve loved this explanation of the Declaration of Independence by Red Skelton since I first heard it:

Friday’s Fave Five

Susanne at Living to Tell the Story hosts Friday’s Fave Five so we can share our favorite things from the last week. This has been a wonderful exercise in looking for and appreciating the good things God gives. Click on the button to learn more, then go to Susanne’s to read others’ faves and link up your own.

Here are some of my favorites from this week:

1. Making a dent in cleaning out our shed and finding some treasures while doing so.

2. Finding some baby birds in the hanging plants on the patio. I can see the parents flying in and out from my kitchen window.

I don’t know what kind of birds they are, but even the full grown parents aren’t very big.

3. This sausage, pasta, and veggies dish:

I adapted it from this recipe: I use turkey sausage (from Hillshire Farms — really good flavor, and no, this isn’t a paid ad. 🙂 ); I do not use tomatoes or green pepper; I do use yellow summer squash as well as zucchini; and I use elbow macaroni instead of penne pasta — I love most pasta but have never liked penne for some reason. This is a hearty, filling meal, but it is not heavy — it has a light summery feel.

4. My very own breakfast bowl, which I was making long before they became popular at fast food places. 🙂

I adapted it to a single serving from this recipe for Country-Style Eggs.

5. I don’t think I have ever before mentioned food as three of my five faves — but, hey, why not. 🙂 Every now and then I enjoy those Nestle’s Toll House “break-apart and bake” cookie dough packages. I know recipe purists who frown on those, but sometimes I just get a hankering for nearly homemade cookies when I really don’t have time to make them, and those fit the bill today.

Hope you have a great weekend and a happy Fourth of July! Today is Grandma’s 82nd birthday, so we’re having her over for pizza and birthday cake this evening.

Flashback Friday: Patriotic Memories

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site.

The question for this week is about celebrating the Fourth of July as we grew up:

When you were growing up, did your family do anything special to celebrate Independence Day or other patriotic occasions? Did you hang a flag? What about neighborhood or town parades, picnics, neighborhood parties, etc.? Did you attend fireworks displays? Were personal fireworks permitted where you lived and, if so, did your family do them?

We didn’t hang a flag at all, and I can’t remember parades for the Fourth during my childhood. We may have gone a time or two, but it wasn’t a regular thing if we did at all. We probably had cookouts. The only thing I remember for sure is that my dad splurged on fireworks, and he didn’t splurge on much, so it was kind of a big deal. We were allowed to have personal fireworks (which really makes me chafe under the prohibition of them in our city limits now). We never liked the firecrackers that just made noise, but we always got sparklers for the kids, of course, and bottle rockets and the like, and my dad always got one or two really big “pretty” ones to cap the night off with. Fun memories!

Updated to add: We loved getting fireworks when our kids were little: we especially loved ones that were in little tanks that looked like they were shooting each other, or once we got some in the shape of a boat that floated and shot off in a little fountain we had at the time. But at our current location fireworks are not allowed in the city limits, so, as I said, we’ve chafed under that. But my son and daughter-in-law live in the county, outside the city limits! So we enjoyed having fireworks there on New Year’s Ever and plan to again for the Fourth.

I only remember going to one Fourth of July parade, when we moved to GA several years ago and were new to a small town. It was a fun, typical small town parade.

We occasionally go to some of the big fireworks displays held locally. It was kind of a fun thing in that small town we were in in GA and not too big and crowded, but here, I really, really dislike the crowds, traffic, and porta-potties, so I am not that crazy about going. But sometimes we still do as a family thing. Sometimes we’ll stay home and we’ll flip back and fourth through some of the various specials on TV that night.

I’ve always loved this quote by John Adams:

From a letter John Adams wrote to his wife Abigail on July 3, 1776, sharing his thoughts about celebrating the Independence Day, with the original spelling:

The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.

You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not. I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States. Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will tryumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.

Our country has its problems, but I still firmly believe it is the best country on earth (no offense to readers from other countries — I imagine you feel that way about yours), and that’s worth celebrating.

Treasures

I don’t know what brought this to mind this morning, but I decided to share it. I have never heard this song except at the church I attended as a teen when a new family came and sang it. I am not sure who wrote it — looking it up online I saw it quoted without an author several times, attributed to Martha Snell Nicholson a couple of times and a slightly different version of it in a poem by James S. Hewett. But whoever wrote it, it contains a good thought:

Treasures

One by one He took them from me
All the things I valued most;
‘Til I was empty-handed,
Every glittering toy was lost.

And I walked earth’s highways, grieving,
In my rags and poverty.
Until I heard His voice inviting,
“Lift those empty hands to Me!”

Then I turned my hands toward heaven,
And He filled them with a store
Of His own transcendent riches,
‘Till they could contain no more.

And at last I comprehended
With my stupid mind, and dull,
That God cannot pour His riches
Into hands already full.

Findings

The big project Saturday was to make a serious dent in cleaning out our shed before getting ready to move. Some stuff (which somehow was mostly mine….) was in boxes that had not been touched since we moved here years ago. 😳 I knew I wouldn’t keep most of it, but I didn’t want to just throw the boxes away without looking through them first, because I knew there were some treasures in there.

So while Jim, Jeremy, and Jesse took care of some of the bigger items, I sorted through boxes of old magazine articles and recipes (that I had planned someday to file :roll:), letters, notes, etc. I just flipped through and threw away most of anything that appeared to be torn out of a magazine or newspaper — I figured if I had done without those clippings this long, I probably didn’t need them. But this struck me funny in light of all of our house-hunting:

I did find some old bulletins with some poems and quotes I want to keep. Some of them that I tossed included stories and poems that still circulate the Internet today! I found some “Pastorgraphs,” various thoughts on the backs of church bulletins from a beloved former pastor for whom our son Jesse is named, some of which I might post in the future.

I found an old notebook from college days with dividers for sections for devotions, sermon notes, prayer requests, Christmas shopping lists, etc. The very first page had this list:

And yes, I think I got him. 🙂

I found several pages of notes from devotions that I will have to read through later:

I don’t take notes like that any more, I think because I kept piling up all these notes without ever really consulting them again. But I probably should. What little bit I read was an interesting picture of what I was learning and thinking at the time. I probably would think through the passages better if I were still taking notes like that.

I also found a few letters and personal notes. One from Jim from dating days brought a smile. It said:

THIS IS A LEGAL DOCUMENT

Do not destroy until the agreement specified has been fulfilled.

To the bearer, Barbara F—, I,  James H—, promise to honor this note concerning an agreement made in the month of February 1979. Because of her gracious acceptance of a date on a Sunday of the previously mentioned month, I promise and rightfully owe Miss F— one day of her choosing in which I shall do whatever she wishes (within reason). This IOU is binding and shall not be dissolved.

Sincerely (i.e., “with love”),

Signed: James H—

Recipient signature: Barbara F—

I showed it to him and asked him if I had ever cashed in on that. He said, “Many times.” 😀

He found a stray slide on the floor, and saw that it was a picture of me from a couple of months after we started dating. He cleaned it up and printed it out:

We still haven’t figured out why it was in slide form.

I also found a pillow from a quilting class I took. I didn’t like the backing I had used, so I cut it off and want to see about remaking it with other fabric.

The front is pilling a little bit — I probably used cheap fabric. But we’ll see if it can be salvaged. I also found another pillow that I had spent hours embroidering and lost track of. Somehow it was stored in an open box and got all gunky.

Any suggestions for cleaning it? I am going to take the old stuffing out and soak the fabric in…something. Woolite, maybe?

As I sorted through and threw away so much stuff (I did keep all of the above, by the way!) I felt so embarrassed that I had had it all sitting out there so long only to be tossed out. But I comforted myself with the fact that I have learned better now! I keep much less of that kind of thing and try to be discriminating about what I might really look at again and treasure and use in the years to come. So at least  I haven’t accumulated another several boxes to add to those from our years here. Well, maybe I have accumulated as much stuff or more — but it’s not boxes of clippings, anyway! 🙂

After a very hot several hours out there (thankfully it has electricity and we had an old fan going), two trips to the dump and one to Salvation Army (and no, that wasn’t all only my stuff!!), we’re maybe — oh — more than a third but less than half done? I’m hoping to do some more this week, but as there are other obligations this week, we’ll see.

And after we get the shed done — next is the attic!

The Week In Words

Welcome to The Week In Words, where we share quotes from the last week’s reading. If something you read this past week  inspired you, caused you to laugh, cry, think, dream, or just resonated with you in some way, please share it with us, attributing it to its source, which can be a book, newspaper, blog, Facebook — anything that you read. More information is here.

Here are some interesting quotes I saw this week:

From ivman:

“Nobody sins because they want to be miserable. We somehow think we’re better off to sin than to obey.” – Drew Conley

That reminds me about the verse that there is pleasure in sin for a season — but just a season. The misery from it will come soonser or later, but people forget that.

This one is a quote within a quote within a quote. 🙂 Girltalk quotes C. J. Mahaney quoting John Piper about reading:

Is reading worth the time investment when so much is forgotten? John Piper says yes.

In a message long ago (July 12, 1981) he said this:

What I have learned from about twenty-years of serious reading is this: It is sentences that change my life, not books. What changes my life is some new glimpse of truth, some powerful challenge, some resolution to a long-standing dilemma, and these usually come concentrated in a sentence or two. I do not remember 99% of what I read, but if the 1% of each book or article I do remember is a life-changing insight, then I don’t begrudge the 99%.

Read, but not to remember everything. Read because that 1% that you remember has to potential to change your life.

That is such a comfort to me, because I have gotten so frustrated with myself because I do tend to remember just a few sentences or principles rather than feeling as if I have a grasp of the whole book.

This is from p. 59 of Hoping for Something Better: Refusing to Settle for Life as Usual, a Bible study by Nancy Guthrie. It is an expansion on a similar quote from C. S. Lewis in Mere Christianity about Christ being able to sympathize and help us in temptation because He faced temptation and resisted:

Jesus doesn’t roll his eyes and wonder how we could even consider taking a step in the direction we’re being tempted in. He doesn’t take lightly our struggles with sin, because he knows what it is like to be tempted. Jesus was tempted in all the ways we are — yet he never gave in to sin.

We might think that if Jesus never sinned, he really doesn’t know what temptation is like, But if you think about it, only the person who tries to resist temptation knows how strong it is. The one who gives in after a few minutes doesn’t know what it would be like after a few hours. Who has experienced greater temptation: the one who is tempted and quickly gives in to the temptation or the one who holds on and holds out and doesn’t give in? Christ, in never yielding to temptation, knows more about the strength of temptation and the suffering involved in temptation than we will ever know. He’s our advocate who understands.

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